Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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I wanted that movie for Christmas. I didn't get it. One wouldn't have to wonder very far to realize how close the movie is to my life. I am a lonely guy, who writes alot, enjoys being overly sarcastic but feeds on other's attention, easily falls in love with cute little animals, and has a compulsive disorder. Yeah, that's me in a nutshell.

Not to say I'm Jack Nicholson, but I feel many of the same feelings he does in this perfect portrayal of my life.

And there are those days, like the first few of this unruly year... where I just have to say...

"What if this is as good as it gets?"

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